The Pickens sentinel. [volume] (Pickens, S.C.) 1871-1903, 1887-10-06

THAT would be beautiful, but fear
can do nothing but listen"
dilmar, where arc youP Have
you forgotten our engagements" called
the doctors voice from the terrace, and
directly aftor his quick, firm stop was
heard approaching. II am waiting for
you," he said, impatiently, with an I'M
easy sidc-glance at Desirec.
| Hilmar sprang up.
IL beg your PARDON" he answered.
with some bcwildcrmcnt, slipping the
book into his pocket. 81 was roinp to
tighten Desirco's task by reading from
Lamartinc's poems. May l have that
pleasure at some future hour, madcmoi-
selleP"
Dcslrcc smiled and nodded, waved
her hand to Arniln, and the two ocntle.
men went away.
The young girls eyes followed them
on the long path leading to the forest.
But it was not the tall figure of her
guardian that fixed her thoughtful
glance.
A week later at the close of a lesson,
Arnlm detained his pupil for a mo.
mcnt.
81 am delighted to hear from Mari
anne, he said, 'that you have become
q great help to her in every way. Per-
maps you may soon be called upon to
take her placc.'
us Marianne going to her brothcr?"
asked Desircc. 'Shc once told me
that she might"
"No, she will perhaps marry.
know some one who is tired Of his
bachelor life, and wants Il sensible
wife. Who knows how soon he may
take her from us?"
! The young girl turned deadly pale.
"1ou do not believe" she began, then
stopped suddenly.
81 believe that bctrothal will take
place before our eyes, and | regard the
marriage as q very suitable one. Hill
mar, rs he wrote me, is done with
love. lie wants Il sensible woman and
good houscwifc.n
DcSlrcc did not answer, but the hand
which rested on the table, trcmblcd.
Arnim saw this with mingled terror
and anger.
h''hil Ill MARI
annc'S bchalf," he cried, cxcitcdly
"Io marry q man like Ililmar is a
Prodlglous venture. Fascinating men
who have been much wOrshippcd by
women are not to be rcckoncd upon. II
accident throws in their way another
woman brilliant or gifted enough to in
tercSt them, woe to the poor wife
bound to them in marriage fcttcrs'
Happily Marlannc'fis an energetic, I'M
sentimental nature. She will in any
event remain mistress of the situa.
tion."
"Docs she love him?" asked Dcsircc,
softly.
81 do not know. She is very rcticcnt.
But | am sure she would not refuse
him
1a"7 ne nuu yoOyusi<uStr ltere' -,
mo, but he is likely to do so very
soon. His visit has nearly EXPIRED"
'Ahd Marianne suspects nothing of
this?'
81 think she must have understood
the special attentions Ussikow has paid
her"
"Ihcn they will soon marrv?"
'DouhtlcSS-for USSkow must pass
the winter in the South, and needs a
sensible c :npanion, You may speedily
realize your wish to conduct YOUR
unclc's household But would not
chain You here, my child. We would
travel and see the world. Where would
You like first to goH'
''l" my mothers grave" she whis-
p"r"d, hid her face in her hands and,
Sobbing, left the room.
Ihcy would all meet at supper i'm tho
"gardcn ROOM" IIilmar came home
late from his walk the doctor fingered
IN ms study. Dcsrcc WAS perfectly
possessed to help, although assured bv
Marianne that there was nothing for
her to do that in her present
nervous state she would only hinder.
She dropped glass and broke it. 1t
seemed rs if her hands could hold
nothing firmly.
at last every thing was ready, and
the young girl seated herself at the
window opening on the Ycranda.
Marianne was in the kitchen, deliver
ing to the servants one of those lectures
that was apt to rreccde every meal.
Papillon's hands lay idle in her lap:
she gaZed ont into the star-lit darkness
OF the summer night. Light murmurs
broke the silence, heavy perfumes came
borne upon the mir. Her thoughts.
rs if waited by the breeze, nuttcrcd
here and there. Again she heard the
voice which had said: "Arc YOU not
now sheltered az in fathers houscp"
Yes, USSikow was right. What could
she expect moreP And yet she could
but reflect that this very man was
about founding himself n homo
home with Marianne! Was She really
the wife for himP Would Ire SING his
beautiful songs to her evenings, and
would she sit by with that EVERLASTING
crochet, unmOvcd and Indifferent as
now? Would she not intcrrupt him
with all sorts of irrelevant questions
as she now interrupted her cousin
when he read? How dcathly silent
and solitary it would be when these
two had left the houscl
Then she recalled the words and
melody of that song so inexprcssibly
sad. There were tears in her voice as
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